Fuck. Only girl I ever had feelings for was a red head. Stacie. I was as in love with her as one can be without actually crossing over into being in love. Laughed at me about my feelings in front of many out of nowhere one day and that was the end of my showing any affection, at all, ever.

Don't feel bad. I was like that about a girl once. She was the girl my room mate, Ben, dumped. I fell for her, while she was riding away on her bike, crying, in her sheer summer mini dress with boy hair cut. She turned around and looked at him, so vulnerable, completely open. I fell hard.
She didn't understand that's why I was avoiding her. Kept flaking out on things, because I didn't want her to laugh at me. So she started hating me.
I just didn't act the right way, because it was new territory.
She still doesn't know, I was nuts about her.
Every body screws up the first time, pepper.

Fuck. Only girl I ever had feelings for was a red head. Stacie. I was as in love with her as one can be without actually crossing over into being in love. Laughed at me about my feelings in front of many out of nowhere one day and that was the end of my showing any affection, at all, ever.

Yeah I like some Gingers. The only Red Head I had feelings for I had am emotional relationship with behind her boyfriends back, and they both lived with me pretty much in my bedroom at my dads place, and we all dealt drugs together, and I felt really guilty that I couldn't sleep. Then she did some stuff with our dealer which was even more awkward Then she moved away, after that me and her boyfriend became like brothers. Those were the days.

See, now, that's the sum of my experiences with most of my relationships. Guys who have a deep emotional connection with the same girl would probably be best friends otherwise. Makes for a good uncomfortable, unspoken competition.

The two vaguely Middle Eastern guys who sit next to me in my economics class could get it under the right circumstances, probably. They both play soccer which I'm into and they both suck at the class and are often asking me to help them which makes me feel smart which I'm even more into.

The fact that the hotter of the two is definitely mildly misogynistic is a fact rendered adorable because we're doing a mock trial next week and our case involves a husband suing his wife for not staying home with the kids enough (Why are we doing a mock trial in this class? Is this "case" even based on something from reality? Why are the extra credit assignments to sign up for a 5-K or write a two page paper about the economic impact of sexting? Does my economics professor secretly hate economics or did she just run out of dollar-y, graph-the-slope-y things to teach?) and I'm playing the wife, and The-Guy-I-Overheard-Say-"If-girl-isn't-cooking-what-the-hell-she-do? is my lawyer. He was all, "I done understand what we argue about but we gone win this, right?" And I was like "RIGHT" and wrote his opening statement for him because my god, I can tell this is a goofball of an assignment but I don't want to lose this. Then what will I have left? A failing grade and a life spending time with my imaginary children? Fuck that. I don't even like those kids. That's why I'm in the bar from 4 to 2. I'm gonna say I was working but nope, it was the bar. Not even drinking. Just hiding.

Objection! Sushi skills only count after the resulting evidence has been consumed by the counsel.

What if I just went around saying clueless law and order-y things when we hung out? Would you still want to get it? I'm betting that would bother you enough to not even want to get in my docket anymore. So case closed.

Objection! Sushi skills only count after the resulting evidence has been consumed by the counsel.

I have to feed your lawyer? Move to strike my previous statement!

labelleza wrote:

What if I just went around saying clueless law and order-y things when we hung out? Would you still want to get it? I'm betting that would bother you enough to not even want to get in my docket anymore. So case closed.

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